Second Chance Revenge and True Love

In a room on the second floor of the villa.

Heavy panting filled the air.

"Oh... Babe... She's watching..." The woman, cheeks flushed, grabbed the man's hand as it reached under her dress.

Hearing this, the man shot a disdainful look at Danielle Cullen, who was lying on the bed. He then turned his attention back to the woman before him and lifted her dress more restlessly, slipping his hand in. "That's precisely what I want, for her to witness it. Plus, she's paralyzed. What harm could she possibly do to us?"

Danielle gritted her teeth hard, and her eyes were wide open in anger.

These two despicable people were her fiancé, Wilbur Frazier, and her half-sister, Hattie Gilbert!

They had drugged her to induce paralysis, stolen her company, and were now engaging in deeds of such depravity right in front of her bed!

"Get the hell out!"

"What's wrong with you? Danielle, really? Do you still believe you're the esteemed Miss Cullen?" Hattie laughed but continued to grind against Wilbur, moaning uncontrollably. "You haven't realized it yet, have you? Your grandfather suffered a cerebral hemorrhage after learning of your paralysis and died. Your uncle's family is drowning in legal charges and can't help themselves. Nobody will come to save you."

At that moment, Danielle's body shook violently. Her grandfather had always been healthy. How could he suddenly die of a cerebral hemorrhage?

And what was happening with her uncle's family?

It must be this shameless couple behind all of this!

"Bitch!" Danielle wept in despair!

Hattie smirked and feigned a wounded expression. "Wilbur, look at her. She's calling me a bitch... I'm so heartbroken..."

"Danielle, since you don't know how to speak politely, I'll make your mouth shut forever." Wilbur caressed Hattie's breasts and cast a disgusted glance at Danielle. Then, without warning, he grabbed the kettle from beside the bed and poured boiling water straight onto Danielle's face!

"Ah!"